Apr
16
“He’s wasted gallons of paint-thinner striking his faithful Zippo, its
charred wick, virility giving way to thrift, rationed down to a little
stub, the blue flame sparking about the edges in the dark, the many
kinds of dark, just to see what’s happening with her face. Each new
flame, a new face…In a life he has cursed, again and again, for its
need to believe so much in the trans-observable, here is the first,
the very first real magic: data he can’t argue away.” Gravity’s Rainbow
charred wick, virility giving way to thrift, rationed down to a little
stub, the blue flame sparking about the edges in the dark, the many
kinds of dark, just to see what’s happening with her face. Each new
flame, a new face…In a life he has cursed, again and again, for its
need to believe so much in the trans-observable, here is the first,
the very first real magic: data he can’t argue away.” Gravity’s Rainbow
